Certain books come to meet me, as do people.
Art, at any rate in a novel, must be indissolubly linked with craft.
Art is one thing that can go on mattering once it has stopped hurting.
But surely love wouldn't get so much talked about if there were not something in it?
Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.
Exhibitionism and a nervous wish for concealment, for anonymity, thus battle inside the buyer of any piece of clothing.